the heart has no reason
I've been thinking so hard
why i am
in love with you
if i have to listen from
reason
you are never the one that
i must love and dream to live
with
i keep a certain distance
hoping that reason may finally
triumph
wear its crown like a king
of wills
i am listening to reason
and it is telling or
must tell me
that
you are such a disgusting
temptress
there are so many grounds
why i must detest you
we are never at par
nothing
for the liking
i am confident that this love
may soon die
or fade or simply go away
or that i must abandon it
that i must run away from it
as fast as
a slip of my tongue
when i see you again
however
my very own reason bends,
kneels, begs
to touch you again
so i may live and be more
alive again
the hearth is dumb
dumb, dumb
moron,
a clown
but it triumphs just the same
it struts down the street
and mocks me
for all my denials
i am weak
but i assure myself
it will be only for this moment...
the heart is hysterical
now it is a jackal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem